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Chapter 145: Chapter 141: Subjects under the Skirt

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If the kind-hearted become the powerful, the rules are benevolent; if the wicked
become the powerful, the rules are wicked;

It is meaningless to discuss the correctness of the powerful, because those who
hold power are often the formidable victors.

They do not care about the harm they cause to the weak when they make the
rules because they have their own interests to consider.

To change the rules means to become the rule makers, or to overthrow the
existing rule makers.

1 will correct this mistake.” Tang Luo spoke casually, his tone full of power.
“Mmm, then I'll leave it to you.” Old man Xu responded with trust.

The Xu Clan of Yuanzhou was unlike any other clan of saints. In that barbaric
era, the masters of the Fierce Realm were the continent's top masters, while
those of the King Realm could be consecrated as saints. The path of martial arts
was merely a stage for geniuses to compete.

It was during that time that various families contended, together resisting the
biggest enemy of the Human Race—the Demon Race.

To say they were resisting is not quite accurate. The Demon Race lived on the
roads, hunting when hungry and drinking water when thirsty. Humans were just a
part of their diet.

Before the rise of martial arts, the Human Race was no different from other
creatures, living a life hunted and driven away by magical beasts.

Until the first saint of the Human Race, Bu Cangsheng, appeared.

Bu Cangsheng was the ancestor of Martial Saint Mountain and the first Human
Saint. After him, many other saints rose to power, leading to the rise of the
Human Race.

That was a time when saints were lonely. Bu Cangsheng fought alone in the
world. Old wounds remained as new ones appeared. He hunted various Demon
Kings, earning breathing opportunities for the Human Race.

“Martial artists should remember Cangsheng.” The saint of the Bu Family, unique
in the whole world.

For a full fifty years, Saint Bu single-handedly held up the Human Race, securing
a peaceful land in Zhongzhou for millions of people.

Then seeing the powerful warriors at the King Realm stage, the people of
Zhongzhou's Human Race indulged in martial arts. The An Family, Han Family,
Xu Family, Li Family, Wang Family all had saints emerging, known in history as
the simultaneous rise of various saints.

In that era, Xu Feng was the most unusual among the saints.

At a time when other saints held their own exclusive teachings sacred, he had
“Spiritual Power Analysis” printed on the monoliths in the south of Yuanzhou for
all to appreciate.

The other saints were shocked and could not believe it. Because this
unassuming named scripture, despite not containing any exclusive mystical
methods, simply and directly displayed the essence of magical arts in front o
everyone. Knowing this scripture meant that creating one’s own martial arts was
no longer a difficult task.

No one could believe that Xu Feng would be so generous, not until the first
civilian-created Mysterious State martial arts method appeared.

After that, the real rise of martial arts began, and the name of Saint Xu, along
with this classic, spread in all directions.

One can say that the state of martial arts as it is today is inseparable from Xu
Feng's decision. Any practitioner of martial arts would thus inevitably study the
works of Saint Xu.

The Xu Clan of Yuanzhou did not isolate themselves from the rest of the world by
occupying spiritual mountains and fairy islands like other sacred lands, instead,
they built a city in Yuanzhou and gathered the homeless common folk.

Hence the Xu Clan had such a status in the world.

Old man Xu turned around to look at Mi Bai, and said, “When we enter the city, I
will arrange for your accommodations. As for the Clear Water county, I hope
Brother Bai will consider it carefully. Although my younger cousin is young, he is
thoughtful and would not lie about this matter. This Clear Water county may not
be a kind place.”

Mi Bai gave a bitter smile and said, “What you say is very true, Brother Xu.
However, we have already caused you enough trouble. Now that the Righteous
Gang is gone, we shouldn't trouble you any more.”

His tone was full of refusal. How could Old man Xu not hear it? But there was a
serious problem here that hadn't been resolved yet!

“NO you can't leave me.” Old man Xu reacted like a cat whose tail had been
stepped on and immediately became agitated. This scared the little girl in Mi
Bai's arms so much that she buried her face in his chest.

Mi Bai patted the little girl's shoulder and asked puzzledly, “Why? His tone was
full of calm. That was because he considered Old man Xu a good person.

“Hm.” Old man Xu's face turned red. He wanted to find an appropriate
explanation. He couldn't just tell the other person that the gang boss had
escaped and tarnished his face as a member of the saint family, could he. The
saying that necessity is the mother of invention proved to be true. Given his
frantic situation, he suddenly thought, “Because I still need to learn from Brother
Bai about calligraphy. If we live too far apart, it would be very inconvenient.”

At this moment, Old man Xu felt he was a genius. He had managed to come up
with such a flawless excuse.

Mi Bai smiled in understanding and said, “That won't be a problem. I will set up a
stall in West City every day selling calligraphy and paintings. Brother Xu, feel free
to come.”

Now that he had left the Fang family and the Righteous Gang would not bother
him again, he planned to do what he loved most. The thought made htm very
happy.

But when he thought about the possibility of Mi Bai meeting Gong Zheng alone
and his lie being exposed, Old man Xu became extremely uneasy.

Wearing a face of sadness and despair, he said, “Brother Mi, why don’t you want
to live beside me?”

His tone was sorrowful and pleading, like a woman abandoned by her lover
pleading.

Tang Luo was full of goosebumps upon hearing this. Mi Bai looked very
uncomfortable. He stared into Old man Xu’s eyes and asked seriously, “Brother
Xu, if there is a problem, just say it.”

Old man Xu looked at Tang Luo, who was on the verge of laughing, and Mi Bai,
who was very serious. The desire to tell the truth almost reached his throat
before he swallowed it down, turning it into a “Nothing.”

But who could that kind of dejected tone fool?

So, Mi Bai asked again: “Brother Xu, you don't look like you're okay.” “I'm really
okay!” Old man Xu said almost through his teeth. A true man is capable of
swallowing his own blood along with his knocked-out teeth. Gong Zheng, having
suffered from his sword, would inevitably be seriously injured despite having a
secret escape method. This meant that Gong Zheng would not be able to take
action for at least a month. As long as he could find Gong Zheng within a month,
there would be no worries!

Mi Bai looked at Old man Xu'’s troubled face, thinking that he had encountered
some difficulties that he couldn't help him with. All he could do was say, “Then I
wish you prosperity, Brother Xu.”

“Prosperity, prosperity...” Old man Xu echoed soullessly.

Tang Luo, who was standing by the side, couldn't hold back his laughter. In the
end, Old man Xu brought the children back to the abandoned residence in
Fengging Alley.

Tang Luo planned to take Old man Xu home, but saw that once Mi Bai left, Old
man Xu’s dejected expression changed completely. He held Tang Luo’s shoulder
saying, “Come on, cousin, I'll take you to have some fun.” Gazing speechlessly at
Old man Xu, Tang Luo couldn't connect this face with the cold swordsman in
battle. He said helplessly, “Are you always so frivolous.’ “Eh- hey™ Old man Xu
rubbed his shoulder against Tang Luo’s neck as they walked towards West City,
his face full of sincerity, “This is me teaching you the real-world experience.
Martial artists who don't understand the ways of the world easily suffer when
traveling in the Jianghu.”

-You don’t know how many weird sects out there want to lure young masters like
you to become their underlings.”